To This Day
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When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
Were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
And because my grandmother thought it was cute
And because they were my favourite
She let me keep doing it
Not really a big deal
One day
Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
And bruised the right side of my body
I didn't want to tell my grandmother about it
Because I was afraid I'd get in trouble
For playing somewhere that I shouldn't have been
A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
And I got sent to the principal's office
From there I was sent to another small room
With a really nice lady
Who asked me all kinds of questions
About my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
As far as I was concerned
Life was pretty good
I told her, "Whenever I'm sad
My grandmother gives me karate chops"
This led to a full scale investigation
And I was removed from the house for three days
Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
And I earned my first nickname
Pork Chop
To this day
I hate pork chops
I'm not the only kid
Who grew up this way
Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we'd be lonely forever
That we'd never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing
Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there's no way for it to metastasize
It does
She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
But the school halls were a battleground
Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to her desk
That read beware of dog
To this day
Despite a loving husband
She doesn't think she's beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face
Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
That someone tried to erase
But couldn't quite get the job done
And they'll never understand
That she's raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she's only ever always been amazing
He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him "get over it" as if depression
Is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
To this day
He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it's about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can't understand
Sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity
We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
To this day
Kids are still being called names
The classics were
Hey stupid
Hey spaz
Seems like each school has an arsenal of names
Getting updated every year
And if a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Are they just the background noise
Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
When people say things like
Kids can be cruel?
Every school was a big top circus tent
And the pecking order went
From acrobats to lion tamers
From clowns to carnies
All of these were miles ahead of who we were
We were freaks
Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
Oddities
Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
But at night
While the others slept
We kept walking the tightrope
It was practice
And yes
Some of us fell
But I want to tell them
That all of this shit
Is just debris
Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
We used to be
And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
"They were wrong"
Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique
Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
To show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground
If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong
Why else would we still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
Because we see ourselves in them
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
Sitting empty on a highway
And if in some way we are
Don't worry
We only got out to walk and get gas
We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
Names will never hurt me
Of course
They did
But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
Were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
And because my grandmother thought it was cute
And because they were my favourite
She let me keep doing it
Not really a big deal
One day
Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
And bruised the right side of my body
I didn't want to tell my grandmother about it
Because I was afraid I'd get in trouble
For playing somewhere that I shouldn't have been
A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
And I got sent to the principal's office
From there I was sent to another small room
With a really nice lady
Who asked me all kinds of questions
About my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
As far as I was concerned
Life was pretty good
I told her, "Whenever I'm sad
My grandmother gives me karate chops"
This led to a full scale investigation
And I was removed from the house for three days
Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
And I earned my first nickname
Pork Chop
To this day
I hate pork chops
I'm not the only kid
Who grew up this way
Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we'd be lonely forever
That we'd never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing
Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there's no way for it to metastasize
It does
She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
But the school halls were a battleground
Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to her desk
That read beware of dog
To this day
Despite a loving husband
She doesn't think she's beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face
Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
That someone tried to erase
But couldn't quite get the job done
And they'll never understand
That she's raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she's only ever always been amazing
He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him "get over it" as if depression
Is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
To this day
He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it's about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can't understand
Sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity
We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
To this day
Kids are still being called names
The classics were
Hey stupid
Hey spaz
Seems like each school has an arsenal of names
Getting updated every year
And if a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Are they just the background noise
Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
When people say things like
Kids can be cruel?
Every school was a big top circus tent
And the pecking order went
From acrobats to lion tamers
From clowns to carnies
All of these were miles ahead of who we were
We were freaks
Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
Oddities
Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
But at night
While the others slept
We kept walking the tightrope
It was practice
And yes
Some of us fell
But I want to tell them
That all of this shit
Is just debris
Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
We used to be
And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
"They were wrong"
Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique
Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
To show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground
If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
You have to believe that they were wrong
They have to be wrong
Why else would we still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
Because we see ourselves in them
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
Sitting empty on a highway
And if in some way we are
Don't worry
We only got out to walk and get gas
We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
Names will never hurt me
Of course
They did
But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.84] When I was a kid
[00:01.94] I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
[00:04.69] Were the same thing
[00:05.59] I thought they were both pork chops
[00:08.35] And because my grandmother thought it was cute
[00:11.04] And because they were my favourite
[00:11.91] She let me keep doing it
[00:13.73] Not really a big deal
[00:16.66] One day
[00:17.55] Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
[00:21.25] I fell out of a tree
[00:23.00] And bruised the right side of my body
[00:24.86] I didn't want to tell my grandmother about it
[00:27.60] Because I was afraid I'd get in trouble
[00:28.59] For playing somewhere that I shouldn't have been
[00:30.46] A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
[00:33.18] And I got sent to the principal's office
[00:34.97] From there I was sent to another small room
[00:37.62] With a really nice lady
[00:38.52] Who asked me all kinds of questions
[00:41.37] About my life at home
[00:43.16] I saw no reason to lie
[00:44.94] As far as I was concerned
[00:46.76] Life was pretty good
[00:47.61] I told her, "Whenever I'm sad
[00:48.56] My grandmother gives me karate chops"
[00:51.38] This led to a full scale investigation
[00:54.06] And I was removed from the house for three days
[00:57.75] Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
[01:01.33] News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
[01:04.94] And I earned my first nickname
[01:06.80] Pork Chop
[01:09.58] To this day
[01:10.44] I hate pork chops
[01:13.19] I'm not the only kid
[01:16.83] Who grew up this way
[01:18.68] Surrounded by people who used to say
[01:20.61] That rhyme about sticks and stones
[01:24.36] As if broken bones
[01:27.05] Hurt more than the names we got called
[01:28.86] And we got called them all
[01:30.72] So we grew up believing no one
[01:33.45] Would ever fall in love with us
[01:35.23] That we'd be lonely forever
[01:37.92] That we'd never meet someone
[01:40.74] To make us feel like the sun
[01:41.60] Was something they built for us
[01:43.40] In their tool shed
[01:45.21] So broken heart strings bled the blues
[01:47.12] As we tried to empty ourselves
[01:48.93] So we would feel nothing
[01:50.79] Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
[01:54.38] That an ingrown life
[01:56.17] Is something surgeons can cut away
[01:58.85] That there's no way for it to metastasize
[02:00.60] It does
[02:03.43] She was eight years old
[02:04.34] Our first day of grade three
[02:07.06] When she got called ugly
[02:08.89] We both got moved to the back of the class
[02:11.58] So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
[02:14.30] But the school halls were a battleground
[02:17.09] Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
[02:19.76] We used to stay inside for recess
[02:21.54] Because outside was worse
[02:23.39] Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
[02:26.99] Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
[02:30.23] In grade five they taped a sign to her desk
[02:33.80] That read beware of dog
[02:36.56] To this day
[02:37.50] Despite a loving husband
[02:40.17] She doesn't think she's beautiful
[02:42.99] Because of a birthmark
[02:43.84] That takes up a little less than half of her face
[02:47.40] Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
[02:49.31] That someone tried to erase
[02:50.19] But couldn't quite get the job done
[02:52.11] And they'll never understand
[02:54.92] That she's raising two kids
[02:56.70] Whose definition of beauty
[02:58.53] Begins with the word mom
[03:00.35] Because they see her heart
[03:02.20] Before they see her skin
[03:03.12] Because she's only ever always been amazing
[03:04.92] He
[03:06.75] Was a broken branch
[03:08.52] Grafted onto a different family tree
[03:11.26] Adopted
[03:12.10] Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
[03:15.79] He was three when he became a mixed drink
[03:18.55] Of one part left alone
[03:19.48] And two parts tragedy
[03:22.29] Started therapy in 8th grade
[03:24.05] Had a personality made up of tests and pills
[03:26.74] Lived like the uphills were mountains
[03:28.64] And the downhills were cliffs
[03:30.44] Four fifths suicidal
[03:31.34] A tidal wave of anti depressants
[03:34.08] And an adolescence of being called popper
[03:36.74] One part because of the pills
[03:38.51] Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
[03:42.17] He tried to kill himself in grade ten
[03:44.92] When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
[03:46.72] Had the audacity to tell him "get over it" as if depression
[03:50.44] Is something that can be remedied
[03:53.16] By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
[03:55.87] To this day
[03:57.69] He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
[04:00.38] Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
[04:02.32] In the moments before it's about to fall
[04:05.02] And despite an army of friends
[04:06.88] Who all call him an inspiration
[04:07.78] He remains a conversation piece between people
[04:11.50] Who can't understand
[04:12.40] Sometimes becoming drug free
[04:13.36] Has less to do with addiction
[04:15.23] And more to do with sanity
[04:19.96] We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
[04:23.53] To this day
[04:24.45] Kids are still being called names
[04:27.15] The classics were
[04:28.98] Hey stupid
[04:29.87] Hey spaz
[04:31.76] Seems like each school has an arsenal of names
[04:35.37] Getting updated every year
[04:37.16] And if a kid breaks in a school
[04:38.02] And no one around chooses to hear
[04:40.91] Do they make a sound?
[04:41.86] Are they just the background noise
[04:43.75] Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
[04:45.58] When people say things like
[04:46.45] Kids can be cruel?
[04:48.39] Every school was a big top circus tent
[04:51.12] And the pecking order went
[04:52.98] From acrobats to lion tamers
[04:53.83] From clowns to carnies
[04:55.78] All of these were miles ahead of who we were
[04:57.55] We were freaks
[04:59.33] Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
[05:01.17] Oddities
[05:03.07] Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
[05:05.75] Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
[05:08.47] But at night
[05:10.26] While the others slept
[05:11.15] We kept walking the tightrope
[05:13.17] It was practice
[05:14.02] And yes
[05:14.99] Some of us fell
[05:15.93] But I want to tell them
[05:16.85] That all of this shit
[05:18.74] Is just debris
[05:20.58] Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
[05:23.23] We used to be
[05:25.23] And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
[05:27.94] Get a better mirror
[05:29.70] Look a little closer
[05:30.68] Stare a little longer
[05:32.57] Because there's something inside you
[05:34.52] That made you keep trying
[05:35.33] Despite everyone who told you to quit
[05:37.32] You built a cast around your broken heart
[05:39.21] And signed it yourself
[05:40.29] You signed it
[05:41.21] "They were wrong"
[05:43.03] Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique
[05:45.37] Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
[05:48.95] Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
[05:51.62] To show and tell but never told
[05:52.52] Because how can you hold your ground
[05:54.38] If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
[05:56.29] You have to believe that they were wrong
[05:59.00] They have to be wrong
[06:04.43] Why else would we still be here?
[06:07.16] We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
[06:09.86] Because we see ourselves in them
[06:12.69] We stem from a root planted in the belief
[06:15.42] That we are not what we were called
[06:17.38] We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
[06:21.08] Sitting empty on a highway
[06:21.96] And if in some way we are
[06:24.63] Don't worry
[06:25.53] We only got out to walk and get gas
[06:28.24] We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It
[06:31.87] Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
[06:36.35] Names will never hurt me
[06:39.09] Of course
[06:40.08] They did
[06:42.83] But our lives will only ever always
[06:44.66] Continue to be
[06:45.60] A balancing act
[06:46.67] That has less to do with pain
[06:49.68] And more to do with beauty
[06:54.11]
[00:01.94] I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
[00:04.69] Were the same thing
[00:05.59] I thought they were both pork chops
[00:08.35] And because my grandmother thought it was cute
[00:11.04] And because they were my favourite
[00:11.91] She let me keep doing it
[00:13.73] Not really a big deal
[00:16.66] One day
[00:17.55] Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
[00:21.25] I fell out of a tree
[00:23.00] And bruised the right side of my body
[00:24.86] I didn't want to tell my grandmother about it
[00:27.60] Because I was afraid I'd get in trouble
[00:28.59] For playing somewhere that I shouldn't have been
[00:30.46] A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
[00:33.18] And I got sent to the principal's office
[00:34.97] From there I was sent to another small room
[00:37.62] With a really nice lady
[00:38.52] Who asked me all kinds of questions
[00:41.37] About my life at home
[00:43.16] I saw no reason to lie
[00:44.94] As far as I was concerned
[00:46.76] Life was pretty good
[00:47.61] I told her, "Whenever I'm sad
[00:48.56] My grandmother gives me karate chops"
[00:51.38] This led to a full scale investigation
[00:54.06] And I was removed from the house for three days
[00:57.75] Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
[01:01.33] News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
[01:04.94] And I earned my first nickname
[01:06.80] Pork Chop
[01:09.58] To this day
[01:10.44] I hate pork chops
[01:13.19] I'm not the only kid
[01:16.83] Who grew up this way
[01:18.68] Surrounded by people who used to say
[01:20.61] That rhyme about sticks and stones
[01:24.36] As if broken bones
[01:27.05] Hurt more than the names we got called
[01:28.86] And we got called them all
[01:30.72] So we grew up believing no one
[01:33.45] Would ever fall in love with us
[01:35.23] That we'd be lonely forever
[01:37.92] That we'd never meet someone
[01:40.74] To make us feel like the sun
[01:41.60] Was something they built for us
[01:43.40] In their tool shed
[01:45.21] So broken heart strings bled the blues
[01:47.12] As we tried to empty ourselves
[01:48.93] So we would feel nothing
[01:50.79] Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
[01:54.38] That an ingrown life
[01:56.17] Is something surgeons can cut away
[01:58.85] That there's no way for it to metastasize
[02:00.60] It does
[02:03.43] She was eight years old
[02:04.34] Our first day of grade three
[02:07.06] When she got called ugly
[02:08.89] We both got moved to the back of the class
[02:11.58] So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
[02:14.30] But the school halls were a battleground
[02:17.09] Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
[02:19.76] We used to stay inside for recess
[02:21.54] Because outside was worse
[02:23.39] Outside we'd have to rehearse running away
[02:26.99] Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
[02:30.23] In grade five they taped a sign to her desk
[02:33.80] That read beware of dog
[02:36.56] To this day
[02:37.50] Despite a loving husband
[02:40.17] She doesn't think she's beautiful
[02:42.99] Because of a birthmark
[02:43.84] That takes up a little less than half of her face
[02:47.40] Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
[02:49.31] That someone tried to erase
[02:50.19] But couldn't quite get the job done
[02:52.11] And they'll never understand
[02:54.92] That she's raising two kids
[02:56.70] Whose definition of beauty
[02:58.53] Begins with the word mom
[03:00.35] Because they see her heart
[03:02.20] Before they see her skin
[03:03.12] Because she's only ever always been amazing
[03:04.92] He
[03:06.75] Was a broken branch
[03:08.52] Grafted onto a different family tree
[03:11.26] Adopted
[03:12.10] Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
[03:15.79] He was three when he became a mixed drink
[03:18.55] Of one part left alone
[03:19.48] And two parts tragedy
[03:22.29] Started therapy in 8th grade
[03:24.05] Had a personality made up of tests and pills
[03:26.74] Lived like the uphills were mountains
[03:28.64] And the downhills were cliffs
[03:30.44] Four fifths suicidal
[03:31.34] A tidal wave of anti depressants
[03:34.08] And an adolescence of being called popper
[03:36.74] One part because of the pills
[03:38.51] Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
[03:42.17] He tried to kill himself in grade ten
[03:44.92] When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
[03:46.72] Had the audacity to tell him "get over it" as if depression
[03:50.44] Is something that can be remedied
[03:53.16] By any of the contents found in a first aid kit
[03:55.87] To this day
[03:57.69] He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
[04:00.38] Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
[04:02.32] In the moments before it's about to fall
[04:05.02] And despite an army of friends
[04:06.88] Who all call him an inspiration
[04:07.78] He remains a conversation piece between people
[04:11.50] Who can't understand
[04:12.40] Sometimes becoming drug free
[04:13.36] Has less to do with addiction
[04:15.23] And more to do with sanity
[04:19.96] We weren't the only kids who grew up this way
[04:23.53] To this day
[04:24.45] Kids are still being called names
[04:27.15] The classics were
[04:28.98] Hey stupid
[04:29.87] Hey spaz
[04:31.76] Seems like each school has an arsenal of names
[04:35.37] Getting updated every year
[04:37.16] And if a kid breaks in a school
[04:38.02] And no one around chooses to hear
[04:40.91] Do they make a sound?
[04:41.86] Are they just the background noise
[04:43.75] Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
[04:45.58] When people say things like
[04:46.45] Kids can be cruel?
[04:48.39] Every school was a big top circus tent
[04:51.12] And the pecking order went
[04:52.98] From acrobats to lion tamers
[04:53.83] From clowns to carnies
[04:55.78] All of these were miles ahead of who we were
[04:57.55] We were freaks
[04:59.33] Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
[05:01.17] Oddities
[05:03.07] Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
[05:05.75] Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
[05:08.47] But at night
[05:10.26] While the others slept
[05:11.15] We kept walking the tightrope
[05:13.17] It was practice
[05:14.02] And yes
[05:14.99] Some of us fell
[05:15.93] But I want to tell them
[05:16.85] That all of this shit
[05:18.74] Is just debris
[05:20.58] Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
[05:23.23] We used to be
[05:25.23] And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself
[05:27.94] Get a better mirror
[05:29.70] Look a little closer
[05:30.68] Stare a little longer
[05:32.57] Because there's something inside you
[05:34.52] That made you keep trying
[05:35.33] Despite everyone who told you to quit
[05:37.32] You built a cast around your broken heart
[05:39.21] And signed it yourself
[05:40.29] You signed it
[05:41.21] "They were wrong"
[05:43.03] Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique
[05:45.37] Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
[05:48.95] Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
[05:51.62] To show and tell but never told
[05:52.52] Because how can you hold your ground
[05:54.38] If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
[05:56.29] You have to believe that they were wrong
[05:59.00] They have to be wrong
[06:04.43] Why else would we still be here?
[06:07.16] We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
[06:09.86] Because we see ourselves in them
[06:12.69] We stem from a root planted in the belief
[06:15.42] That we are not what we were called
[06:17.38] We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
[06:21.08] Sitting empty on a highway
[06:21.96] And if in some way we are
[06:24.63] Don't worry
[06:25.53] We only got out to walk and get gas
[06:28.24] We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It
[06:31.87] Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
[06:36.35] Names will never hurt me
[06:39.09] Of course
[06:40.08] They did
[06:42.83] But our lives will only ever always
[06:44.66] Continue to be
[06:45.60] A balancing act
[06:46.67] That has less to do with pain
[06:49.68] And more to do with beauty
[06:54.11]